Beautiful in the mirror.

I was the type of person to immerse myself in hate. 

I was a first rate lover but had horrible traits.

I found myself uncertin why everytime i'd pass a mirror i couldn't help but fear her.

Peopl would tell me i was beautiful.

But it was indisputible my beliefs were immovable.

My confidence was lacking competence.

I felt better being anonymous.

My courage was unnourished and my intentions needed a intervention.

Until one day i was told my laugh was beautiful they said it is unquestionable.

Next time i walked by a mirror i did reconider what beauty is.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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